The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered porcelain tiles cover a vast, ruined temple floor, stretching out like... in every direction. The air's heavy with incense and a low, droning hum vibrates through the ground. A massive, unblinking sun sits at the center of the temple, radiating this gentle, pulsing warmth, even though the sky above is a deep, foreboding twilight. Umm, water's slowly seeping upwards from the cracks between the tiles, forming tiny, crystal-clear stalagmites that just... keep growing.